“You don’t have to be the only one who knows anymore.

You don’t have to hold all of it alone.” “I don’t know how to stop,” I said, and my voice broke on it, because it was the truest thing I had said in fifteen years.

I had been carrying it alone for so long that I no longer knew how to do anything else.

She squeezed my hands.

“Then let all of us help you,” she said.

And Daisy stepped up beside us, and then Chloe, and Brooklyn, and Paisley, and Naomi, my six daughters, gathering in close around me.